She used to love the sun.
The rays kissing her bare skin,
The light that makes everything seems so bright.
She used to enjoy the sun.
Like how it makes everything feel so lively,
Like how it changes her spirit.
She was once
An Helianthus that's always happy.
She was once
As pure and innocent as a Bellis Perennis.
She was once
A Calla Lily that's always passionate.
And she was once
A flower,
But now,
A wither.
-DK
